like molasses

your mouth tasted like molasses
but you resuscitated me regardless.

and all my air seems different now,
a lot slower than it's
ever felt before.

but I write these words with honesty
because you deserve my truths:

That I never breathed a single breath,

till.I.shared.air.with.you.

tsunami word vommy

when i write it comes in waves.
sometimes i'm tearing at the seams.
sometimes i have so many words flowing from my brain through my arms and out my fingertips.
like each letter has it's own little soul.

but other times, i can't write a thing.
i become this vault full of one liners
because thats as far as my creativity will take me.

i feel like high tide is coming though,
and soon i'll fill the earth with everything
i left inside of me
for times when i might let myself forget
that it really doesn't get much better than this.




[i dont.]

starry night

its dark.
but my hand finds yours
as if it were as bright as heaven.

while we walked,
your lips found mine
as if we had sewn magnets into them.

not a stumble
not a break not a crack
in our steps.

while you laughed in the night
i watched your hair - glistening
from just the right amount of moonlight.
and
as our laces tread the sidewalk,
i prayed this night would last forever.

-but as you drove away
out of sight

i prayed for morning
and yet another
starry night.

hillbilly love

i'm sick and i want to go home

and sleep for a long time.

a lined paper man

Just so you know,
I think you're a good writer and an amazing musician.

and I want you to know that almost everyday when I'm at work I have the same song stuck in my head, playing over and over again. I don't know what it's called, or who it's for, or all of the words, but I know you wrote it when you were 16. and i know i think you're cool because your guitar strings pull at my heart strings.


"and when i swear to you
someday you'll understand your man
and you'll come true
I mean that at night
when you sleep
i'll sneak in through your window
and set fire to your sheets
cause i know what goes on
behind your closed doors
i know someday you'll have his heart
on the floor
and i wont mind
just as long as the last words
i hear from you are
'i'm sorry'." -Tyson Christensen.

whats that on your back?

so i had the corner of a Raisinet wrapper stuck inside my shoe


it reminded me of the time that Tyson and I were sitting in his room and he was rubbing my back and he said "what is that stuck to your back?"



it was a melted Raisinet.

we laughed.


i think i'm 2 weeks raisinet clean.

dig it.

hey lady

i wrote this a long time ago. in my work notebook.
but everytime i read it i laugh.




Today I almost ran over an old lady. and thats not a lie. I stopped a foot in front of her and she did a crow hop with her shopping cart. i think she screamed too because her mouth was open.
it was funny, but i shouldn't have laughed.

P.s. i'm in dads desk.